Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wings to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Hardrive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
D'Angelo,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Wasted Youth,
Bauhaus,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Niagra,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Curtis Mayfield,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Stereo Dub,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.